Blue skies and sunny days, the Mediterranean sea breeze brings warm and humid air to Milan, the art and fashion capital of a hundred years ago,

Today is another good day.

In the manor on the outskirts of the city, walking in the bright carpeted corridor, Viscount Barrot walked in the direction of the parlor, followed by his personal deacons and guards.

Straightening his spine and walking to the door of the parlor, Viscount Barrot opened his mouth to confirm and asked:

"Those two guests are in there?"

The white-gloved deacon behind him walked up to him, grasped the doorknob, and whispered:

"Yes, Lord Viscount."

Then he slowly pushed the door open for him.

As far as the eye can see, there are crimson gold-trimmed curtains with white yarn hanging down, and in the corner are elaborate bookshelves, in which are placed a row of books with gilded covers.

The surrounding walls are hung with their favorite oil paintings, and every inch of the rest of the walls is filled with decorative patterns that do not look shabby, the bronze leather sofa has a stylish shape, and the edge of the coffee table is neatly placed with quills and ink.

And at this moment, in the living room, Viscount Barrot saw two figures sitting on his sofa, and the moment he saw them clearly, his brows raised slightly.

It's completely different from the two arrogant old gentlemen or a wealthy businessman couple who think of it.

It was a young man and a young girl.

The girl was dressed in a beautiful skirt that attracted people at first sight, and the intricate design of black and white made the skirts of the noble ladies she had seen become a foil, and she sat beside the young man like a delicate doll.

And the young man ....

Faces from the Far East....?

"Good morning, this gentleman, this young lady, it is a pleasure to meet you,"

Viscount Barrot introduced himself elegantly with a smile on his face, then straightened his suit and looked at the two figures in front of him, or rather the older looking youth.

"I am the owner of this manor, Viscount Barrotfi Philome."

Then after a slight pause, he didn't wait for the other party to introduce himself, but just saw...

The delicate girl seemed to be inquiring, turned her head to look at the young man beside her, the two exchanged something in a language she didn't understand, and then the girl in a beautiful dress looked at her, nodded to confirm, and a crisp voice sounded:

"Hello..."

Then she paused, and then remembered to add a title.

"Your Excellency, Viscount."

That's it?

What about yourself, what about your name? Who are you and what are your intentions? Why is this little girl telling me?

This opening exchange, which was extremely inconsistent with high society, made Viscount Barrot frown slightly, but soon he suddenly understood something.

This young man from the Far East does not speak Italian,

That's why he asked the girl to speak for him.

Thinking of this, he happily decided not to care about the other party's rudeness and salutation, after all, it was a foreign friend from other countries, and he didn't know that the etiquette and language here were normal.

What's more, the other party has already given himself enough 'meeting gifts'.

"Well, let's not bother with those little things, this gentleman, this beautiful young lady, I wonder what you have come to me for today?"

Viscount Barrot had an elegant and proud smile on his face, and he did not hide the heat in his eyes and said:

"Of course, if it's a business related to gold mines, I'd be more than happy to talk to them."

That's right, the person who can take out a piece of gold at once comes to him, it must be something related to this!

As for his guess, Barrow Fei was somewhat sure, but he was wondering if his connections and wealth would be enough if he participated in this gold mining business.

He's already thinking about whether or not to talk to Madame Visconti about it...

Madame Visconti was a Milanese lady who inherited the title of countdom from her deceased husband, and the two had a ball after a ball....

It's just that Viscount Barrotfei, who was thinking about this, saw that after hearing what he said, the young man with the appearance of a Far Easterner who had a very special temperament chuckled,

Then he took out a blank paper card and calmly put it in front of him.

Viscount Barrotfei glanced at him suspiciously, and the young man opposite looked at him calmly and indifferently, and then he picked up the card, and the card in black and white had words written on it that made his eyes stagnate,

It was as if there was a majestic and cold voice as iron sounding calmly in my ears!

'Sell me your estate'

Although it does not have the power to make people forget anything, the words written on this card seem to have other powers that make Barrot Fei breathe.

But he soon realized that it was ridiculous, what were you kidding?

This is a manor that he has been running for many years, and on the edge of the bustling city of Milan, it is the envy of other nobles who don't know how much.

How could he possibly sell it.

Frowning in displeasure, Viscount Barrot watched coldly as he pushed the card back in front of the other party, and said in an extremely indifferent tone:

"Sir, if you're here for such a ridiculous and faux request, then don't blame me for inviting you...."

Boom...

The words stopped abruptly with the sound of tapping!

The moment his movements froze and his pupils contracted, he saw the young man calmly take something out of his suitcase and put it in his hand.

Intensely mesmerizing, brilliant colors, as if with the magic that made the world obsessed and crazy, Barrot swore to God that he had never seen such an object appear in such a pure size...

Another piece of gold!

His eyes widened incredibly, and Viscount Barrot looked at the heavy gold that was already the size of his palm compared to the stone size gold before, and he only felt that his brain was a little not enough to be impacted by such an unimaginable communication!

Is this man crazy!?

He carries so much gold with him!?

Suddenly looked at the young man sitting opposite him, he was wearing a black vest and blazer that suited this season, sitting here calmly, obviously facing a viscount but not the slightest nervousness of a commoner, there was a confidence that he was the master here!

Viscount Barrot sat up straight all of a sudden, looking at the whole piece of gold the size of masonry on the table, showing the other party's unwavering determination and confidence, and felt that all his common sense and social negotiation skills had become extremely weak and pale in front of him.

As for the guards behind him, they were already stunned.

"Sir.... Who the hell are you...? ”

The bottom limit and rationality were challenged in the most brutal way, and Viscount Barrotfei swallowed what he had not just said, his elegant demeanor could not be maintained, and he looked at the young man opposite in surprise and spoke with some cautious difficulty.

He couldn't be cautious, he had to be cautious in the face of a person who casually threw out a whole piece of gold!

But the other party didn't answer, he smiled a little, and then tapped the card with his finger again.

'Sell me your estate'

There is indeed power in the words of the blank card, so that Barrotfei has to look there, from thinking that the other party is ridiculous, to starting to think about this matter when his mind is shaken.

"Sir... You know, although you're generous... But my estate, it's not just...."

Bang dang.

This time it was a big impact, and at the moment when Barrot Fei only felt that his throat was dry and choked by something, and he looked at the other party as if it was a piece of sundry, and it was not a big deal to throw it directly on the table, feeling that the other party was too lazy to bargain and was a little impatient with wasting time, all the words he wanted to say were blocked back in his heart.

Because this time it's a gold bar.

Viscount Barrowfei felt that his expression must be very ungraceful at the moment, but his thoughts had begun to be barren, and he had no time to think about them.

He stared directly at the gold on the table in front of him, and his mind began to waver directly into a dry mouth, and he couldn't help but start thinking about selling the manor.

Although the conditions and location of this estate are very good, in the end it is just a vacation place for yourself here in Milan, without which you can also go to Florosa...

And if you have all this gold... If you are good at using it, you will be able to increase your fame and status and right to speak, the count... No, in the midst of war, the Marquis can even achieve it!

Even if you count all the collections of your own manor, and those servants and horses, it is only more than a thousand lira of gold...

Faced with a wealth far beyond the manor, it only took a very short time for Viscount Barrotfei to finalize his thoughts.

Now that he has decided to sell this manor, all he needs to think about now is how to negotiate more prices from this mysterious but wealthy young man in front of him!

Taking a deep breath, he felt that all his negotiation skills were put to use again, although his eyes were still attracted by the gold on the table from time to time, but Viscount Barrot was finally able to raise his head, show a polite smile and speak:

"Dear sir, I am amazed at your wealth, but may I give you a detailed introduction to my estate."

In the next few minutes, Viscount Barrot did his best to describe how good the Viscount's estate was, and the euphemistic and ornate sentence contained the intent 'I want a higher price', making him feel that his eloquence at this moment was simply wonderful.

It's just that at the moment when he finished speaking, he saw the young man in front of him who had been listening without interrupting and smiled at the girl beside him and didn't know what to say, and then he heard the girl in the black and white gothic skirt suddenly speak, as if repeating the young man's meaning, and pierced his words simply and directly.

"You're lying."

The smiling look suddenly froze, and Viscount Barrot was slightly stunned, and he was cold at what he said for some reason.

There was indeed an exaggeration or even a fiction in his words just now, but he didn't understand how the other party saw it.

Did they do the investigation in advance!?

Barrotfei felt that he had grasped the key, and was a little annoyed that he had just been carried away by desire, and he was too reckless to open his mouth to reveal his thoughts.

Then he gritted his teeth and forced a smile, and decided to pull down the price increase just now, at least to ensure that the current price does not let the other party perceive that he has a greater advantage.

But before he could speak, he saw the young man on the other side casually pick up the suitcase that made people covet how much wealth was inside.

Again, again! Crazy throwing out a piece of gold!

The calm words of the young man written on the accompanying card seem to have the power to ignore the price of any money.

'But I don't care, except for your personal belongings and your men'

'I bought everything on this estate'

The moment he saw this line of letters, Viscount Barrot took a hard breath, looked at the two large pieces of gold and a huge gold bar on the table, and he couldn't hide his excitement and shock and said deeply:

"Of course, sir, from this moment on, this manor is yours."

The power of gold makes everything simpler.

After saying this, a kitsch smile appeared on Barofei's face, looking at the young man in a suit and shirt sitting on the sofa in front of him, and said with a smile:

"I will immediately send my butler to the town hall to complete the formalities of all transfers, and in less than evening, this manor will be completely in your name."

"Then please allow me to lose company for a moment."

Got up and stood up, and decided to go to someone to identify the authenticity of these gold now, Viscount Barrotfei's mood only felt the shock of ups and downs,

An idea popped into him,

If you use your viscount's status and means, can you use some slightly tougher methods to get from the figure that seems to be the heir of a wealthy family, and then....

Airplanes!

In an instant, a sudden spread of stiffness spread across the body!

Even though there was nothing, I felt like something was grabbing my ankle and wrapping around my neck!

Barofei, who felt cold and unable to move, only felt an inexplicable fear spreading in his heart at this moment, and then he heard a crisp voice behind him speak calmly:

"I hope you don't make the wrong choice."

At the moment when the words alchemy, witchcraft, magic, weirdness, and ominousness crossed my mind,

Barrotfei trembled all over, instantly dispelled the crooked thoughts he had just thought, and then decided to wait for the transfer of the contract in the afternoon to be completed and the gold in hand, and he would return to Rome tonight! Don't care about anything that's going on here!

He knew that the combination of a young man from the Far East and a delicate girl was too strange!

Bang!

The people in the living room were closed in a hurry by the figure that followed the guard,

Only the young man and the girl sitting on the leather sofa were left in the gorgeous room, and looked at the lavishly decorated parlor that left no room for it,

Fang Ran blinked at Ling, who was sitting beside him, who also raised his delicate little face to look at him:

"Well done,"

Then he exhaled and touched the girl's head, and said softly:

"Now we have a home."

......

....

Delier, the town has come to an end in the twilight of the day.

It's just that the mayor's house seems to be a little uneasy, and the mayor's wife sits awkwardly to the side, listening to her husband nervously explain to a handsome man.

"God willing, I guarantee that everything I say is true, that young man broke into our house in the middle of the night and threw us a piece of gold to make us listen to him!"

"My wife and I were scared, he looked terrible at the time, and his cold face only reminded me of those legendary evil alchemists!"

The mayor of the town spoke with uneasiness and fear, and in front of them, the handsome and bright European man in noble clothes raised an eyebrow on his face, as if frowning and thinking, and asked:

"So you reported it to the church?"

"Yes, I am a devout Catholic."

The mayor rubbed his hands together, and said with a slight embarrassment, but his eyes couldn't help but drift to the stone-sized gold on the table, obviously reluctant.

Myerson glanced at it, but did not debunk the obviously superstitious mayor, who at least knew that life was more important than money, was actually afraid of things like the legendary evil alchemist who would cast a curse on gold that would take people's souls.

"Well, I see, the Lord will bless you,"

Myerson got up, flicked the hem of his white church salute and walked out, and then left a faint word.

"There is no curse on gold, and you can use this wealth with confidence."

The mayor and the mayor's wife, who heard this sentence in the house, widened their eyes in surprise and surprise.

Walking out of the courtyard, Myerson stopped, and another figure in a white rich robe rolled from under the house and landed beside him, with a slightly unruly expression flicking his wavy blonde hair, which hooked the corners of the Italian's charming mouth:

"I asked clearly, the seamstress in the tailor shop said something similar, it seems that this town has come to this town before a rich man who pays in gold."

"Don't be careless, Higg, we didn't come back from the Vatican for you to play with women half-heartedly, no matter how rich a rich man is, he won't have the luxury of paying for it with gold,"

Myerson looked at Higg, who was like a prodigal son in love, and then walked forward, while calmly speaking:

"His Holiness the Pope has asked us to come here to help that Lord, then we must not turn a blind eye to these suspicious clues, we must confirm whether that person is as the Mayor's fearful guess.... is an 'evil alchemist'. ”

"Okay, well, I'll listen to you."

Higg spread his hands and said indifferently.

"Any clues about that person?"

"Someone is said to have seen them at the station."

"The station? Where are they going? ”

"Milan."

。 Sogou